Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

That's how it is now.

Listening to the sounds around him, Moraine's spiritual intuition told him that he seemed to have overlooked something during this time, but he couldn't remember what it was.

After comparing it with his own memories, he felt there was nothing wrong with it.

With his memory, there shouldn't be anything he's forgotten.

With the Mask of Pleasure in hand, the power to influence his memories is not nonexistent, but it should at least not exist on this planet.

As he watched the numbers rapidly changing on the slot machine, he raised his left hand and touched the side of his face.

The three numbers on the slot machine started spinning rapidly.

In Pinocchio's dream world, Dream Tokens are purely virtual currency. Although gambling machines exist, the winnings cannot be exchanged for universally accepted credits; they can only be used within Ideon Park and cannot even be taken to other commercial areas.

This is a dream world, where the cost of creating things is extremely low.

This means that the slot machines here are purely based on luck, with no and no need for even the slightest bit of cheating.

More important than the slight probability of fraud is leaving a better impression on the wealthy around the world.

Morion watched the three slots on the slot machine spin rapidly, raised his hand, and a small golden butterfly landed in his palm.

He slowly clenched his fist and held the little butterfly in his palm.

The first number on the slot machine in front of me stopped spinning and made a crisp "ding".

Finally, the second and the third.

Each time a number stops spinning, it emits a crisp "ding," with the sound getting louder with each iteration.

Finally, all three numbers stopped at the number "7", causing the slot machine to burst into a loud, joyful noise. Fireworks exploded above Morion's head, instantly drawing the attention of everyone around him.

Three "7"s—the grand prize on a slot machine.

The prize is Dream Tokens worth 10,000 Credits.

Although it can only be used within the park, the park is very large and includes many shops.

In addition to various amusement facilities, it can also meet the demand for dining and souvenir shopping to a certain extent, making it more prosperous than some large shopping malls in other places.

Someone gasped and let out a soft gasp.

Then the whole park came alive with cheers, shouts of joy, and exclamations that made Morion's head throb.

However, Moraine didn't mind; he liked the atmosphere.

"What good luck!"

Morien chuckled softly.

He took a token from the coin dispenser, held it up to his eyes, and tossed it lightly in his hand.

"What good luck!"

Another voice sounded from behind Morion.

"Oh?" Morion turned his head slightly and saw a glass bottle containing golden soda being handed to him.

"Would you like a Sorida? It's the most famous drink in this dream world."

A man who looked gleaming gold appeared behind Morion at some point and handed him a soda bottle that was also gold.

His voice was casual and his tone was slightly drawn out, making him sound very easygoing.

"In the original formula of Sulfa, there was an ingredient called Dreamweed, which is now completely extinct."

"So now, only in Pinocchio's dream can you taste the original and most classic flavor of Sorida."

"That's what the man said."

Morion looked up, accepted the soda offered to him without hesitation, and commented with a smile:

"Thank you."

"But I must say, you really do look like a peacock."

He rarely used the word "flashy" to describe a man, but that was certainly the impression the newcomer gave him.

He was a blond man with beautiful eyes behind his sunglasses, which were several colors.

She wore a black and green fleece-lined coat and white trousers. Her earrings, rings, watch, and jewelry adorned her from head to toe, giving off a glittering, golden aura.

“Really? That’s great. I quite like peacocks too.” Sand Gold nodded with a smile. “Just like me, extravagant, frivolous, and flashy.”

“This is the first time I’ve heard someone describe themselves like that. It’s really interesting,” Moraine said with a laugh.

“I’m never stingy with modesty.” Sand Gold extended his hand and shook hands with Morion.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Jin Sha, and I belong to the Strategic Investment Department of Interstellar Peace Company."

“I know you.” Morion nodded. “My name is Morion, and I don’t have such a fancy title as you.”

After a brief self-introduction, Moraine commented on what Sand Gold had said earlier.

"But what you did wasn't just modesty, it was self-deprecation."

Sand Gold withdrew his hand, smiled, and shrugged.

"Well, who would know?"

He looked at Morion and smiled, saying:

"In fact, I'm glad you were just teasing me about my appearance. I thought you were going to make fun of my identity as an Evgeni."

“You brought it up yourself,” Moraine said, shrugging.

“Of course, I suggested it myself.” Sand Gold nodded. “It’s just me being modest.”

The Evikinians, a race on the planet Tzgonia, were referred to by the company as "natural con artists, thieves, and social butterflies." They have now been driven to extinction by the Interstellar Peace Corporation's market development department, and Sandstone is the last of the Evikinians.

Moraine shook her head.

"Fine, whatever you want."

"However, I'm not interested in this kind of thing. Hmm... someone else will talk to you about it."

Seeing Morion's expression, Sand Gold nodded.

"I see. Okay, then I misjudged the situation."

"After seeing what you did before, I thought you would like this kind of style."

Moraine raised an eyebrow, understanding what he meant.

He was referring to the time he impersonated the deceased Otto and tricked Old Yang.

"You watched the whole thing? How did you feel?" Moraine rested his head on the slot machine, grinning as he looked at Sand Gold.

Sand Gold had also been invited to the tavern, so he must have some talent for entertaining people and shouldn't have been indifferent.

Unfortunately, Sand Gold didn't show the expression Morion wanted to see; he simply smiled and nodded.

"Information is priceless, especially private information about an anonymous customer. The information you revealed in your conversation was extremely valuable to me, and I thank you for helping me make a lot of money."

Morien chuckled softly.

"Really? Then I'll have to ask you for a share of the profits."

“Sure,” Sand Gold said generously, pulling out a black card. “How much money do you want?”

"How about a billion? I want to get a lifetime room card for the Daydream Hotel." Moraine retracted one finger.

Sand Gold let out an "Oh," its tone somewhat drawn out.

"That much money is enough to start a world war on a marginal planet."

"Are you really willing to spend so much money just to get a room key?"

"Although the money isn't actually that expensive if you can settle down in Pinocchio, do you really think the Masked Fool would confine himself to one planet? I don't really believe it."

Moraine answered matter-of-factly:

"I just think it's a lot of fun."

"Don't you think it's interesting that a single lifetime room key from Pinocchio could start a world war on a marginal planet?"

Sand Gold chuckled softly.

"Hmm... alright, it seems that at least part of my guess was correct."

"Which part?" Morion countered with a smile, "Your twisted sense of humor?"

“Yes, indeed.” Sand Gold nodded. “We really get along very well.”

He handed the black card to Morion.

"A billion is impossible, but here are 50,000 credits. Let's be friends."

Moraine smiled and shook her head.

"Forget it, I wouldn't dare take money from the 'Strategic Investment Department.' You guys always do things for investment, and you almost never lose money. And every gift of fate has a price tag attached in secret."

The gold dust caught my eye.

"'All the gifts of fate...' Ah, I really like that phrase. Is it a phrase from your hometown?"

“Hmm,” Moraine nodded, “from a novel from my hometown, Stephen’s ‘Marie Antoinette’.”

“That’s great, now that phrase belongs to me,” Sand Gold said with a smile. “Just kidding, I’ll try to find that book.”

“Then you probably won’t find it,” Moraine said, looking at the gold dust.

“Is that so?” Sand Gold nodded, neither confirming nor denying.

He then extended an olive branch to Moraine.

"So, would you like to consider working under me? I can let you start right from P30." He took back the card that was originally between his fingers and extended a hand.

"Oh dear, only P30? Do you think I'm worth that much less than Little Grey?" Morion looked hurt. "I remember you offered her P35."

P30 and P35 may seem like only five levels apart, but the treatment they receive is worlds apart.

"Remember?" Sand Gold asked in confusion.

He repeated the word, seemingly lost in thought.

"Your choice of words is really interesting."